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Today is one of those days… bruised and hurt. Needing hands that will nurture and protect this fragile heart of mine.
Days and nights blurred from so many tears.
Please please where’s my smile hiding.
A promise to provide
That never would you leave my side
All the love and care
Now feels empty
Stale air invaded my space
God, please save me now.
The shell of once was
Has crumbled and set ablaze.
The blinding pain is unbearable
The rage of a scream
A sigh of relief
A fist of frustration
All which bring a river
From thine eyes
Sitting here not knowing what may be
Brings the feelings, maybe
We weren’t meant to be free
Free from a hymn
Which is We
Flowing ever so viciously
So as we grow in the shit of this day
Know we are loved from above
For its always been
Acceptance with Love
That will heal
The fractures of our Love
Forever and Always
Thursday … worst day ever or so it seems to play out as. It’s a day where no matter how hard I try to wake the children they just grumble instead. It’s the type of day that seems to steal all my left shoes, coffee creamer was placed in the fridge only to be empty, there are bagels but dagnabit where’s the smear 🤦🏽♀️.
It’s the little things that tend to build up all week and then ….😩”F*ck, it’s Thursday”. Lol
The one thing I can say for sure is: “Aint nothing or no one gonna steal my joy”! So to you Thursday , have a glorious day, but next week could you please be a tad kinder and maybe try a little gentleness with your approach.
Thank you ever so much ,
Started at the top
Thrown to the bottom
Rose up through the middle
Healing the sorrowful memories from yesteryears
A little child forever inside
With the laughter of a world free and clear of the burdens
For she has seen visions of air
Grace and Faith go hand-in-hand
For her well is never dry
Tears fall from her eyes as if she needed to taste the salt of the sea to be alive
In peaceful silent she sits
Waiting for the ground to shake
Waking those looking for light
Truth she speaks with a flare of amusement…
Music she sees
In movements of words
She is art and all its delights
Won’t you wake for her tonight
A smile she gives
A little giggle
A shy grin
When you meet her lift her up
Give her all she desires
For her soul is also with yours.